Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.